BANKS
Ray Banks shares his birthday with Curtis Mayfield and Chuck Barris and was born in Kirkcaldy, Fife, on the same day that Roberto Rossellini kicked the bucket, and four days before The Sex Pistols went on that jaunt up the Thames. He has worked as a wedding singer, double-glazing salesman, croupier, dole monkey, and various degrees of disgruntled temp.
He currently lives in Newcastle Upon Tyne with his perfect wife and a fat, black cat named after a dead country singer, where he’s been known to fall into fits of curmudgeonly behaviour that usually involve the word “fuck”.
Bearing this in mind, he can usually be reached by email at RAY (at) THE SATURDAY BOY (dot) COM.
Recent Interviews
“Four successful books, one absolute stinker?”
Pulp Pusher (with David Lewis), May 2009
“Yeah, I could’ve said that if I’d wanted to wear my balls as tongue studs for what remained of my short, agonised life.”
Interrogations (with Tom Piccirilli), April 2009
“I’d rather be seen as a loser than a loser with pretensions.”
Crime Time (with Brian Greene), February 2009